Like a sunset following a sunrise.
Like a tape refusing to play after it has rewinded.
Like a child dying right as it entered the world.
Its
Blowing out the sun's flame.
A machine unconscious.
Suffocating on the very air that sustains life to millions. Billions.
Leading to a
A broken sun.
A broken tape.
A broken heart.
The end of the beginning is
Broken lives.
Broken memory.
A broken you.
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